Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.